I have decided that much like the phrase “In all due respect” really means “with no respect at all you fucking idiot,” the phrase “OK, I’ll let you go now” on the phone really means, “Please for the love of God let me off this call now or I will scratch my fucking eyes out.”
I listen to Spotify quite frequently—at work, at home, commuting, and exercising (less of the latter lately, but that’s another story). When I start my computer in the morning, it just jumps up on my screen, often with a “Who to Follow” insert above the “recently played” lists of people I already follow.
Twice in the past week, the “who to follow” blip has suggested I follow friends who have died in the past two years. While this makes me feel sad and a bit wistful for a second, I perk up right up after that. It reminds me of my friends’ spirits and how much music meant to them and reflected their personalities. One full of Beatles songs, reflecting her Liverpool origins and true philosophy (even the tag line on her emails) that we “get by with a little help from our friends. The other, indie rock, demonstrating her love of words and expressions of emotion to those she loved. One of her happiest times in the year before she died was taking her family on a tricked out RV road trip to Bonnaroo. I can still see the huge smile on her dusty face in the pictures from the trip.
I am sad they are gone as a daily presence in our lives, but I am happy this little computer algorithm brings those memories back to me from time to time at random moments.